There comes a time at night
When we seek the sweet repose
Walking so close to death
Yet living to wake the next day
I don’t want the temptation
For when I do succumb to sleep
A part of me becomes poison
Erupting from the shallows of my mind
And the depth of my soul
Caged away in apoplexy
So I see lives when men tread
The unknown mists of the dreams
Mind eye keeps them calm
But my mind is full of venom
Spilling in my land of life
The only way to contain it?
I dare not close my eyes
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